I wonder what it is called,
To be the only one awake,
In late at night,
And a moment before dawn,
The world seems peaceful,
Only me and my thoughts,
Only me and my dreams,
Only me and my comfort,
It was silent,
Yet, I feel loud,
It was slow,
But the time ticking fast,
The world seems to be tame,
Just the sound of wind,
Sometimes the crickets,
And a little tap of showers,
There is not a problem,
Running in my head,
Just the freedom,
To have the time for myself,
But it has to end,
When that dawn breaks,
The world is moving again,
But I just want to sleep.
Write Ally! Write! 
Wow, what a nice post. I rarely read poetry here on WordPress, but yours do get me, especially where it concerns not being able to sleep. Thanks for this, Ally!
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I really appreciate it. Thank you.
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